current Facebook status: Liz is sad and sometimes so angry she turns into an Irrational Hulk, which doesn't make anything better and is really terrible for her wardrobe.
I pride myself on being coldly rational --- why wear cute shoes if they hurt? shouldn't an ideal mate be employed (or at least be capable of employment) as well as hot?
And then something terrible happened: my friend died. At first it was okay --- the news was expected, unfortunately. But hours later I'm suddenly devastated ... and dwelling on minor issues that, even if they could be resolved, won't bring him back --- or give me more time to have been a better friend while he was around.
Sometimes the best friends hear you asking them to validate your irrational conclusions and worst fears and instead tell you that you're wrong. Thanks.
